Seeing Little Green Willow Again

"All right, all right, I'll tell you. The injuries on my body weren't inflicted by the Dragon Clan—they were caused when a Dragon Clan expert blew himself up..." Yuan Tian said helplessly. He had only just thought Pang Heng did not have the habit of digging to the bottom of the pot, and now it had appeared. This guy simply could not be "praised."

"Blown up?" What was that supposed to mean?

"That's right. Blown up."

"Boss, you mean your injuries were caused by that Dragon Clan expert's self-destruction?" Pang Heng seemed to understand a little. That "blowing up" probably meant self-destruction, but he was still not certain.

"That's right. That self-destruction."

"But what's the difference between being injured by someone's self-destruction and being injured by someone's attacks?" Pang Heng could not quite understand. There did not seem to be much difference between the two.

"How could they possibly be the same? Let me tell you..." Thus, Yuan Tian gave Pang Heng a fierce lesson and only spared him after Pang Heng kept nodding.

Pang Heng was thoroughly terrified. After hundreds of millions of years, he had once again witnessed Yuan Tian's nagging "divine art." It seemed his boss had never set aside this "divine art"; it had even grown stronger. It looked like hard days awaited him in the future.

"By the way, Boss, what level was that Dragon Clan expert?" Pang Heng truly would not rest until he reached the Yellow River. He swore to dig to the bottom of the pot. Was he really going head-to-head with Yuan Tian?

"A Quasi-Sage," Yuan Tian said expressionlessly.

"A Quasi-Sage? Uh..." Pang Heng rolled his eyes. Was he about to faint or something?

Before this, Pang Heng might not have had much understanding of what Yuan Tian said. But now